I admit, I have a love-hate relationship with AI. I love how much better the results for my Google and other internet searches are with AI provided initial answers and links supporting them. And, it’s instantaneous. I hate how AI is already forever changing the writing landscape. No longer can one assume, upon receiving anything in writing, whether a letter, an application, a notice, a review, that it wasn’t  written by AI.

I’m exhausted. You, too? Since January 20th, chaos, uncertainty, and disinformation have created disbelief and despair in doses I haven’t experienced in my nearly seven decades. I thought I had prepared. But… no. Lately it feels like we’re all riding the wild elephant, unable to get off safely, as much as we wish we could. What destruction lies in our deranged path?

I’ve rarely been accused of being at a loss for words. Yes, I’m an introvert who prefers quiet and alone time. But words rarely fail me, always swirling in my mind, sometimes spoken aloud, mostly written. Yet, ever since launching Wild Running into the big world in April 2024, I’ve felt strangely… mute. I struggle to express myself. I’ve managed just seven blog posts since then, one of which was titled Post-publishing Blues.